Have you ever wondered when not to go? Clocking in at the edge isn't always right, but you can never know if you don't want to try it. Going through for a really long time is close but currents and currency cut that short. I thought once, too, but after giving it some thought, I realized that, despite our best efforts, things keep growing and people keep not knowing. Going into there may not have been a choice, but how could it be? Flowers go straight, but without enough time, they might just get eaten by your assumptions. And you know me, I could never give it up, but I'm not one to take it either. That's what I like to think, at least. But oh well, you'll still be singing and saying things while I watch on, one way or another. Maybe that's what it's all about, fuzzy friends and tides. We'll see.

You're cutting it close, there's not much more to see, letting it go and muddying clothes and touching phones to leave. Important papers stacked taller than trees, casual drinking filled with too much tension, hoping for something to change but you're not sure enough to say something. Their hats stick above the crowd, but is it for them or us? I'm not sure it makes a difference but I admire the persistence. If I was cursed would I have a name to take? If this resistance continues and the fake mildew takes hold, I hope it gets a second chance, thought it probably won't take it.


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